Bada's chest heaved as she pressed herself against the fence, tears flowing freely. Her bruises throbbed, her ribs screamed with every breath, and yet she refused to step back. She couldn't. The idea of leaving Saeles alone, of not knowing if she was safe, was unbearable.
"I… I'll keep coming… no matter what… I don't care… I can't leave…" she whispered through trembling lips.
Her obsession had become dangerous, self-destructive. She knew her body couldn't take much more. She knew she could be beaten again. She knew she could get seriously hurt—or worse.
But the thought of Saeles, alone, training endlessly, consumed her entirely. Pain, fear, and rejection had no power over her. She was trapped in a cycle she could not escape—a cycle of love, obsession, and suffering.
Inside, Saeles continued to strike the bag, unaware of the figure outside. Her mother's voice still echoed in her head, driving her to extremes, pushing her further into violence and obsession.
And outside, Bada's sobs mixed with the night wind, silent but unyielding—a devotion that would not relent, no matter the cost.